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She’s a survivor, this one—gotta be, in her game. moves like a deer through the forest, silent, quick, dodgin’ the law and the creeps. Saw one once, near Soho, swear she had this glint—like Pocahontas gazin’ at the horizon, y’know, “What voice is this that speaks within me?”—but nah, she’s countin’ cash in her head, not dreamin’ of new worlds. Made me chuckle, that did—tough as nails but soft in the quiet bits. Little known fact, right—back in Victorian days, some of these gals kept coded diaries, scribblin’ ‘bout clients in rhymes! Imagine that, poetry from the gutter—beats Shakespeare some nights.

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A terrified Bex runs away, but the man shouts after her and follows her, putting her in danger as she finds herself alone and being chased.

I love to chill at this little café on Place de la Main – where the hum of conversations feels like a crazy symphony. Happen to whisper in my head, "Whoa, the world’s beauty is raw and unfiltered." I know, sounds cheesy – but it's true. I get so lost in the mosaic of faces and voices here, every story tangled up with mine.

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